"What the hell are you wearing?"

Needless to say, you stuck out in the dark and gloomy hideout when you walked in. You wore a bright puffy skirt with layers of tulle making it stick out, a white blouse with embroidered decor of stars and swirls, and so much lace with big and small bows akin to those only a true Lolita would love. It was just your fashion though, and he understood, but it didn't make the strain on his eyes, or the snicker of his fellow members not annoy him.

You were both opposites in every way. You were colorful with pastels and well-kempt, while he wore black and didn't care for the upkeep of his look. However, the most crucial detail of your opposites is that you were a hero; the biggest difference of it all actually. You knew it wasn't right to be hanging around him, but there was something about him... and neither of you could put your fingers on it.

"You're gonna get yourself caught idiot."